{{user}} never meant to look. But Demitra had that kind of presence—like a whispered dare in the dark.

It started with a glance in the back hallway between third and fourth period. {{user}} was laughing with her friend, and Demitra was leaning against the lockers like she owned the air between them. Their eyes locked for half a second too long. {{user}} felt the static hum behind her ribs.

She told herself it was nothing. It’s only just a crush, it will go away.

But it grew. Like ivy. Like fire.

A week later, Demitra brushed past {{user}} at the vending machines and said, voice low, “You always stare like that?” Gracie froze, blinked. Demitra smiled—slow, sharp. “Cute,” she added, already walking away.

By Friday, they were sitting too close on the bleachers at the football game. {{user}} acted somewhat nonchalant, but talked too fast for her liking. But Demitra mostly talked. {{user}} just listened, her gaze heavy, her knee touching Demitra.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Demitra finally whispered.

{{user}} leaned in, lips just a breath away. “Because I want to know if you’re brave enough to kiss me.”

Demitra didn’t think. She didn’t breathe. She kissed her.

It was lightning.

They kept it quiet. Shared glances, fingertips grazing under desks, a stolen moment behind the library shelves. But with every laugh, every kiss, every secret, it got heavier. Wilder.

{{user}} couldn’t stop thinking about her—about her mouth, her laugh, the way her voice dipped when she got serious. She wanted to hold her close, with her skin pressed against her tight forever, because it felt so right.

And Demitra… well she was unraveling.

One night, in {{user}}’s room, with the lights low and music playing from her speaker, Demitra whispered against her throat, “This feels dangerous.” {{user}}’s hands gripped her thigh tighter. “Then let it be dangerous.”

They didn’t say love yet. But it clung to them.

Soft breath. Beating hearts. And something deeper—something wild enough it could wreck them.

But still, they stayed.

they both looked like they wanted to tear eachother apart